Only through suffering can we find ourselves.

The more incompetent one feels, the more eager he is to fight.

For I love the empress of my soul. I love and I cannot but love. You yourself see the whole of me. I shall fly to her, fall down before her: you were right to walk past me.. farewell and forget your victim, never trouble yourself more!

If he's alive, everything is in his power! Whose fault is it that he doesn't understand that?

A hundred suspicions don't make a proof.

...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.

Besides, nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous, and are miserable because of it.